A/N All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer...

JPOV

This was really starting to get out hand. Bella refused to involve Charlie, refused to even tell him what was happening. After she dropped the photos, Charlie had walked past her room on his way to the bathroom.

He paused for a moment in the doorway. "What are you two doing?" he asked, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"I need to read Wuthering Heights for English," I lied smoothly, plucking the ratty book off the shelf, "Bella said I could borrow her copy." I held the book up stepping around Bella, blocking the scattered photos from Charlie's sight.

His face relaxed. "Oh, okay... Well, keep the door open while you two are up here," he said disappearing into the bathroom.

"Come on Bella, we've got to pick those up before your dad sees them." I bent down and started scooping the photos into a pile. Bella had this sort of numb look on her face that I immediately recognized from her post-Phoenix days.

"Hey," I said, holding her face between my hands, "it's going to be all right."

She just started at me. "Bella, I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. I love you way too much to ever leave you."

"That's what he used to say," Bella mumbled.

I stared meaningfully into her eyes, "I'm not him Bella. I couldn't leave you even if you wanted me to. I was serious when I told you yore the only girl I see."

She stared at me as comprehension dawned in her eyes, "You imprinted on me?" she asked incredulously.

I nodded, ashamed that I'd never told her till now.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" she asked in that same awed tone.

I shrugged, "I guess because when it happened you were still getting over Edward. I didn't want to pile too much on you. I figured I'd tell you when the time was right. You're not mad are you?"

Bella sat down on the floor, "Mad?" she said, "No. Stunned is more like it. That's just-it's, I mean-Wow!" She began picking up the pictures, studying them as she stacked them.

"Some of these are really nice," she said, showing me a few of the two of us, "If it wasn't so creepy, I mean."

I agreed. "I like this one," I said showing her one of her and Charlie. I stretched, reaching for a picture that had fallen away from the rest of the group when I saw something shiny under the foot of the bed. "What's that?" I said, reaching for it.

Beside me, Bella froze. I mentally kicked myself for saying anything. I grabbed the shiny object and held it up for Bella to see.

"My keys!" she exclaimed.

"What would you do without me?" I crowed, handing her the elusive keys.

She took them, and then looked from the keys, to the foot of the bed, to the window. Then she looked at me. I could see the gears turning in her head, "What?" I asked her.

She shook her head and continued cleaning up the photos. We quietly stacked the rest of the pictures and I put them back into the envelope and handed the sealed envelope to Bella.

She tossed them in the desk drawer and slammed it shut. "It's Edward," she said quietly.

I looked at her quizzically, "How do you know?"

She pointed to her backpack; it sat on the floor at the end of her bed, "I always keep my keys in the front pocket, and that's where I always keep my backpack." I stared at her, not understanding.

"He would come in through the window at night," she began, "after Charlie had gone to bed. This morning there was that noise. Do me a favor, act like you're going out the window, but bump the desk."

I got up and crossed the room. As I walked toward the window, I bumped the edge of the desk; the Tom and Jerry glass rattled then fell over.

"That's it!" Bella nearly shouted, "That was the noise."

I turned to look at her and go my foot caught in the strap of her backpack and bumped the desk again. "That explains the noise and how your keys managed to make their way under your bed."

Bella nodded, "But he was always so graceful."

I shrugged, "It's hard to be graceful in the presence of an angel." Especially when you're a lunatic vampire, breaking in to spy on your ex-girlfriend while she sleeps, I thought.

Bella's face flushed. "Come on," she said standing, "I'm hungry."

I got up and followed her. She stopped and pointed at Wuthering Heights, "English paper; remember?"

I went back and grabbed the book from off the floor. As I followed Bella downstairs I turned the book over in my hands. She definitely needed and newer copy. Maybe I'd buy her one for her birthday.

Later that night, Leah and I sat in the woods outside Bella's house waiting for something, anything to happen. Leah was happily humming in her head. The rain from earlier had subsided a bit, and it was relatively dry under the evergreen tree where we were sitting.

Leah? I said.

Yes Jacob? She answered.

How pissed do you think Sam would be if I killed the bloodsucker?

I don't know, she answered serenely, are you sure it's Edward?

Yes, Bella's sure it's him.

I wouldn't risk it. You know Sam is a stickler for the rules.

I know, I sighed.

Don't worry Jacob; I'm sure it will all work out.

Since she'd imprinted Leah had become a whole different person. Shed become easier to be around, she was calmer, less volatile. It was a pleasant change.

Well, Leah said stretching; I think I'll go check out the woods, see if I can find anything.

We're going to have to check the Cullen house again. Maybe Edward's staying there, Isaid to Leah.

Tell Sam in the morning, she replied, disappearing into the woods.

I stretched and watched the house. Charlie's bedroom light turned off and the house was silent. Down the street a dog barked and the rain continued. There was a movement beside me as Leah crept back under the tree. I looked at her expectantly.

Nothing, she said, all's quiet on the soggy front.

I stayed the whole night. Leah left, Paul came.

Go home Jake, he said after he got settled under the evergreen.

No, I told him stubbornly.

Well at least get some rest. I'll keep watch.

I dozed off while Paul watched the house. As the sun was coming up, Paul left and Jared took his place. Together we watched as Charlie left in the cruiser, and then a little while later Bella left. She looked in our direction and waved as she slid behind the wheel of the Chevy.

That night I left Bella and Charlie under the watchful eyes of Sam and Embry while Paul, Jared and I ventured north toward the Cullen's house. If Edward was back in Forks maybe he was staying in his old house.

Run the perimeter of the house, I told Paul and Jared when we arrived. I'll check the garage. Paul and Jared took off toward the house and I ran off toward the garage. I knew he wasn't here; we'd have smelt him if he was, but we still had to check.

I'm going to change back, I told Paul and Jared. I peered through the dirty garage window. It was dark and hard to see but it didn't look like there was a car parked in there. I went around and opened the garage door. There was no car inside, I went in and looked around. A car had been here recently, there was fresh oil drips on the floor. I opened a few cupboards and drawers, then left.

No cars there, I told Paul and Jared once I changed back, but a cars been there recently.

Same here, Jared said, No ones here now, but someone's been here recently.

I joined them at the foot of the porch stairs. We should go inside, I said. Jared and Paul looked at me like I was nuts. I'm not going inside the lair of the bloodsucker, Paul said disgustedly.

Why? Are you scared Paul? I said taunting him.

Whatever Jacob, he said, I don't care what you do, but I'm not going in there.

I headed up the stairs, well I'm going in, I said. I changed and stepped into the abandoned foyer. I was scared shitless but I sure as hell wasn't gonna let Paul and Jared see it.

"Come one Jake," Jared whispered from beside me, "let's get this over with."

We split up and searched the house. Most of the Cullen's things had been left behind as each room I searched still contained furniture. Couches and tables covered with long white sheets. In the living room a glossy black baby grand piano stood in the corner, its white slip cover sat folded on the edge of the bench.

"Jacob!" Jared called from somewhere above me.

I bound up the stairs, "Where are you?" I called out.

"Down here," Jared called from a room at the end of the hall.

I pushed the door open and went inside. Jared was standing in front of a glass wall or one huge window. There were photos taped to the window. Photos of Bella from a year ago; in some shots her leg was still encased in the cast. The depression she'd felt at the time was written plainly on her face.

I looked at the rest of the photos; they seemed to go in chronologically order. As I moved further down the line, the cast disappeared, the depression lessened.

I got to one, it was a picture of me and Bella; it was the first time she'd smiled since Edward left.

It was late August and we were washing the Chevy in the driveway of her house. I had a sponge in my hand and Bella had snuck up behind me, dousing me with the hose.

I had yelped like a girl and she had laughed, falling to the ground with the hose in her hand; I could still remember the sound it. I walked the rest of the way down the wall. I was appalled that he'd been privy to so many moments of her life; our life. It pissed me off and made me sick all at the same time.

Jared had been quietly standing in the doorway while I inspected the photos.

"Come one," I said quietly, "I can't stand to be in here anymore." I pushed past him, down the stairs and out the front door. I didn't bother with clothes; I changed and ran back towards Forks and Bella.

Calm down Jake, Sam said in my head, everything here is fine. Bella doesn't need to see you this way.

But Sam you didn't see all those photos-it was…God I don't even have a work for how sick and twisted that was. I continued on towards Forks.

Go home Jake, Sam ordered, you need clothes; unless you plan on knocking on the Chief and Bella Swan's door completely nude.

Embry snickered, Think of the look on the chief's face; it'd be priceless.

The others laughed.

New pants, Paul said

$25, Jared finished

Showing up naked on your girlfriend's front porch, Paul said

Priceless, the others roared with laughter. I had to admit it was funny.

Okay, I told Sam, I'll go home and get clothes. But I'll be back.

Forty-five minutes later I pulled, fully dressed, outside Bella's house. The Chevy wasn't in the driveway, but Charlie's cruiser was there so I rang the doorbell.

Charlie opened the door, "Hey Jake, come on in."

I followed Charlie into the living room and sat down on the couch; Sports Center was playing on the TV. We sat there watching the show for a few minutes. When a commercial came on I asked the one question that could unravel this whole mystery.

"Uh, Charlie, could I ask you something?"

Charlie muted the TV and turned to me, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, "What's up Jake?"

"Do you, uh, could you-um, if you needed to, could you find someone? Could someone you work with do that?"

"Well," he said, "It would depend on who you wanted to find."

"Oh. Well, let's say I wanted to find out where the Cullen's went after they moved away from Forks. Could you find them?"

Charlie's face tensed, "The Cullen's?" he repeated.

I nodded, "Is there anyway you could find them? I mean you're a cop and all. I figured it'd be easy for you. To find them I mean."

"Jake, I already know where they are." Charlie took a long swallow of his beer, "There was an article about Dr. Cullen in the newspaper the other day. They're out in Maine somewhere."

"Bangor?" I asked.

"Yea, that's it. Carlisle helped find some hikers who got lost in the woods or something. The only reason they were in the paper was because one of the hikers was from Seattle. It's a good thing Bella doesn't read the paper. I left it on the kitchen table by mistake. God only knows what that would have done to her. Don't you say a word about this to her, you hear me?"

I nodded and Charlie turned his attention back to Sports Center. So, I thought, that explained the letter. The Cullen's lived in Maine, and Edward had been watching her since he supposedly left, and now he was making his presence known.

So I hope you guys aren't mad about Jacob imprinting on Bella. I was kinda bummed he didn't when I first read the series...so please don't be mad...okay :)

And as always..thanks for the reviews...they totally keep me going :) you guys are awesome :)